Sallin Slave [ Slave/Acceptance]

[ammyluva]

Charter sniffed the boundary of Sallin, he walked on and into it's territory. the Collie X Cattle dog was unsure of this place but had heard of its strength. He sat on the roots of a tree and barked to anyone who would listen to him. "Hello? Anyone home?" his question hung in the air for a moment. His ears were perked and his muzzle tilted skyward, sniffing the area for a faint whiff of another. It seemed quiet but the young dog knew that a wolf could be a bush away and he might not even know it!

He had left his original home after two owners being horrible and working him to death (almost) the 1 year old had taken control of his life and left the humans behind like a scent trail. His blue tinted ears flicked every-what-way and his eyes tried their best to pick up movements. Rising from his sitting position Charter stretched his body, the young dog had a white jagged marking stretching across his shoulders and a blaze running down his face, his blue-ish coat stopped short and turned white like socks down his legs; over his bottom and half way down his tail was white. Strange markings were christened to him but why should he care? His heritage of herding dogs would beat theirs any old day. He lifted his blaze muzzle proudly and sniffed the ground, animals had passed here recently though the scents were a jumble to him at that moment he was too excited in meeting a pure wolf.

[Electus]

"Hmm. This piece lacks...something."

Cohen sat bemused and frowning, squinting at his latest piece of 'art'. Such grotesque obscenity...yet so violently beautiful. The mad wolf hummed softly near the border, looking this way and that at his work.

"Does it need...more blood? But no! I already have enough of that. Bodies...one is enough, more than enough. Wouldn't want to waste the food supply!" he cackled, eyes rolling madly in their sockets. Suddenly the black wolf stiffened, shooting his head upwards and laughing.

"But of course! It needs a LIVE SPECIMEN!"

With a howl and a laugh, Cohen darted towards the border. And sure enough, there was a dog! A dog, how delightful! How lucky! And how expected! A new slave to play with, a new toy to scar. Cohen stayed back in the shadows, and decided to play a little game.

"You see, young Fitzpatrick, it is not the dog that makes the wolf, but rather...well. I have NO IDEA! Ha ha ha! Do you? I doubt it! But perhaps you would do a me a favor? No? How about you come closer?"

Cohen grinned from where he hid in the blanketing dark, claws raking the ground in delight. Oh, this dog would keep its head yes...but a far worse fate awaited it.

[ammyluva]

Charter turned quickly as he heard and insane laugh coming closer, a wolf? A voice came closer and he heard a howl more or less, insane... Happy.... Yet insane..

"You see, young Fitzpatrick, it is not the dog that makes the wolf, but rather...well. I have NO IDEA! Ha ha ha! Do you? I doubt it! But perhaps you would do a me a favor? No? How about you come closer?" He turned and gulped. His fur was tensed slightly and he trotted closer to the animal hiding in the bushes, or rather inthe direction of the voice.

"I have no idea?H-hello? Who are you?" he stuttered and became aware that the wolf would be almost twice his height or something, another gulp and he was finally standing where the voice seemed to come from. His paws which were usually white, covered in thick dirt. His breath was quick in excitement and tinged with slight fear, he was going to meet a wolf! He had no idea what was coming nor did he think what could happen.

[Electus]

"I have no idea?H-hello? Who are you?"

Cohen's laugh was cruel and cold. As the dog approached, the manic wolf slithered quietly away to another place, his voice mocking. No idea!? NO IDEA!? Well that's FINE! Haa ha ha! Just fine! JUST. FINE."[/b]

He fell silent, as if pondering the second question. How to answer? How to answer...

"Who am I? Are you eager, little dog? You filthy, unworthy mutt? Are you eager to die? Well TOO BAD! You're in Sallin now, and I am you're worst nightmares come true!"[/color]

With that Cohen leaped from where he hid behind the odd-colored dog, tackling him and raking him lightly with his horrid claws. He looked maniacally at his captive, saliva dripping down from his maw. His eyes widened, and he dug his claws deeper, knowing that it would not kill, but the agony would be intense. "Do you like the pain?' he asked, his voice a whisper. "Do you want to beg for mercy? Well, unlucky you, young Fitzpatrick. You are Sallin's slave now, and no say have you to any wishes. You will heed our words and obey, or death will be your path. Ha ha ha!"

[ammyluva]

The wolf took Charter by surprise and he hardly heard the words it spoke something about liking pain as it dug its claws into him deeper, all of a sudden he realized that nothing good about dogs had ever come out of Sallin, he cried in pain and his tail curled up underneath his legs, "D-Don't hurt m-me." He cried sadly. "Plea-se... I W-w-ill le--ve" he was so scared and in so much pain the words seemed to be to painful to say. It was a wolf town here and he already had changed thoughts though even now this wolf was torturing him and if Charter heard him right calling him an unworthy mutt he still admired them. Now what would life throw at the dog?

Stupid charter why didn't you stay with the humans? Why did you leave the safe haven tog o to this filthy place? He kicked at the wolf but to no avail... missing him entirely! Why did it keep calling him Fitzpatrick? All the words sounded like blood to Charter and he pleaded to be let go, but he knew it in his little doggy bones. He was a Sallin Slave and would never escape it.

[Nightshade]

The light scent of blood found itself on Nightshade's nostrils. She inhaled deeply and turned her head sharply towards the border, her eyes narrowing. Something was amiss. She could feel it in her bones, had someone wandered into Sallin border? If so why did the wind carried the scent of blood. She stood still for a moment, thinking. Cohen, she almost spat the name out. A wolf or dog may have found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, if they wanted acceptance, for now, Cohen wasn't the sentry they wished to meet, if only the only one.

They more members, abled members, slaves could always be used as war dummies, sent to the front of the battle, suffering their enemies wrath. Her nose wrinkled, but for this they needed them abled and healthy. Without giving it a second though Sallin's Queen turned towards the border, keeping a brisk pace.

Soon the scent of blood became stronger and Nightshade slowed her pace, trotting lightly, barely making a sound. Soon she saw Cohen, raking a dog's belly with his horrible crooked claws, overgrown and twisted. She listened intently as the dog spoke again.

-"Plea-se... I W-w-ill le--ve"

Her eyes widened in surprise and laughter rumbled from her throat to her mouth. She laughed and entered the clearing with a wide playful smile caressing itself on her black lips.

-"Once you enter Sallin you are bound by chains, never to leave unless wishing to be hunted down!" she barked, her voice carrying authority "Cohen off the swine!" she barked in the same commanding voice "We need him to at least last a week" she whispered with a hint of malice, joy dancing in her eyes.

[ammyluva]

The dog heard a sound he tried to see who or what it was, hoping against dashed hope that another wolf had not found him, looking to find the source he saw another wolf stride out, the wolf laughed at him. He struggled more but to no avail. This wolf smiled and Charter shuddered suddenly the smile seemed to mock him like h knew this wolf intended too.

-"Once you enter Sallin you are bound by chains, never to leave unless wishing to be hunted down!" she barked, her voice carrying authority, Charter's eyes were as wide as coconuts, his breath tinged with an oncoming fear "Cohen off the swine!" again in the same commanding voice, making him struggle more and snap at his captor "We need him to at least last a week" Whispered the she-wolf, he had, had it with these wolves. His smaller fangs came down and clamped on 'Cohen's' paw, he growled and rolled over; not having enough strength to get up. "Let me go!" His voice was strangled and rasping, "What do you mean 'last a week?" Why did they torture him? His coat was covered in thick dirt and his stomach had blood rippling down it his face was contorted in pain and he suddenly thought 'Are they going to kill me'? It was a disturbing thought, making his fur get slightly drenched in a thick sweat that was building up on his body.

He didn't expect an answer. He knew that they had him now, the dog whined. He looked at the wolves and rolled onto his back, letting them do whatever they pleased.

[Electus]

"We need him to at least last a week"

Cohen laughed, eyes glittering. "Just teasing, my Queen. The stomach is such a delicate organ. A fitting place for this one's first scars, don't you think? But yes, I hear and obey. Slaves are only good if they live."

The manic killer climbed off his victim none too gently, his tongue lolling out in a soundless chortle.

"Shall I take him to the hold, my Queen?" he asked, blood staining his ghastly claws, "I shall see that none interfere, especially...the guardian, Damian."

[Nightshade]

-"Just teasing, my Queen. The stomach is such a delicate organ. A fitting place for this one's first scars, don't you think? But yes, I hear and obey. Slaves are only good if they live."

Her eyes narrowed, but her smile broadened. Damien was worried about Cohen's lack of self control, but obedient and loyal he was, unlike that wolf. A careful eye she would need to keep on him, send a spy maybe. She smacked her tongue against the walls of her mouth. An excellent sentry he was, maybe a bit to good. This send an idea to her mind. But it would have to wait. Nightshade flicked her tail.

-"Excellent idea" she hissed dangerously, like the fine hiss of a snake, low, but dangerous "Scars show experience" she said with a toothy grin and laughter and not exactly because she found it funny.

-"Shall I take him to the hold, my Queen?"

-Her eyes narrowed as she looked "No Cohen, i shall tend to that" she said with a grin "When you finish your patrol on the border you may feel free to visit you little recruit" she said with another toothy grin.

-"I shall see that none interfere, especially...the guardian, Damian."

-She smiled, her eyes showing obvious spite at even the mention of the name "I understand, in fact I have a side job for my sentry." she quickly turned to Cohen, whispering lightly in his ear so as the slave wouldn't hear of it "Keep an eye of Damien, make sure he stays at the border, away from the slaves hold!" she whispered urgently.

With that said Nightshade turned to the slave, her eyes narrowing a playful grin on her black lips. She caught his eye and turned around, flicking her tail, signaling he should follow. This one will feel all her rage and frustration, she needed to take out her rage on someone. She stopped at the edge of the clearing.

"Are you coming runt?! You don't have much of a choice!"

[ammyluva]

"Scars show experience" to that he almost chuckled, "Not from where I'm standing" he muttered sadly.
One of the wolves, the female, narrowed her eyes, Charter felt that she would be his usual torturer, which he guessed was what they intended to do with him. He stamped the ground with an angry paw "Shall I take him to the hold, my Queen?" Charter didn't like the sound of this at all. He flicked his blueish ears against his skull and desperately looked around for escape, however even if he found an escape the wolves would bring him down before he had a chance to run. This he was certain of.

The female didn't like that idea, Charter didn't know which he feared more. Even now he thought them amazing, the wolves had made him hopeless to escape, Charter, lifted his muzzle trying to look at least a smidge presentable or noble, which ever worked better.

The two continued their conversation, Charter felt that either he should run for it now or something. He didn't need to do anything, the female, narrowed her eyes at him, a horrible smile flashed at him, he stood his own eyes narrowed back at the animal. She flicked her tail, he didn't want to follow however and only very slowly took a few steps forward. She didn't care a cent for him. "Are you coming runt?! You don't have much of a choice!" He felt brave for a moment and muttered back, "You only figure that out now? I thought wolves were smart." However he followed the creature, keeping a reasonable distance in case she decided that she couldn't wait till they got to the so called hold. Especially after his cheek remarks.